J. Cole - Grown Simba lyrics

Now I was dreaming bout a deal at the age of 13 I was feignin for the meals, I ain't talkin Burger King. Some of my n***as in the 'ville all they did was serve things. f** scales, I had sk**s, all day rehearsing. Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting. All they wanted was some waves like they f**in surfin. Hold up now, don't get it twisted I ain't hatin, do ya thing. I was like a young Simba, couldn't wait to be the king. Now a n***a is the prince. Hopped over the fence where the gra** way greener. Look at Shorty a** way meaner. Somethin like Sarina mixed with Trina have you seen her? She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Edina. My money like a senior, watch it graduate. Now it's time to eat, I'm lettin all my n***as grab a plate. Gravitate to real sh**, stay away from phonies. These n***as heard about me now they actin like they know me. Keep on sayin, where ya goin n***a. sh**, it ain't no tellin. Ey where ya goin n***a. Ey, it ain't no tellin. They keep on sayin where ya goin n***a, goin n***a. It ain't no tellin. Can't tell ya where I'm goin. Just know I won't stop. Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top. Pardon the interruption. A proper introduction is necessary, when your sh** is legendary. Man, greedy n***as wouldn't let me in the cafeteria and. Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian. The hoes is librarians, they lookin me up. She got a Jones like Marion, she lickin me up. Then we cut, look at how she say my name. I got her moanin J. Cole, they used to say Jermaine. I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin. Six feet, sh**s deep. I was low, just a dolla and some hope, fix me. Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser. Lord please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer. I'm a star, Converses conversin with them girls with them curves like cursive. They open like curtains, cause my sh** is unheard of like curses on the radio. Same b**hes used to play me though. Now they yellin, where ya goin n***a. sh**, it ain't no tellin. Ey where ya goin n***a. sh**, it ain't no tellin. They keep on sayin where ya goin n***a, goin n***a. It ain't no tellin. Can't tell ya where I'm goin. Just know I won't stop. Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top. I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back. Told my n***as, Ey I'm finna put the 'Ville on the map. I'll be back, and I'm comin with a deal and a plaque. Cause I'm I'll b**h, they couldn't make a pill for the rap. Pourin liquor for my n***as that was kissin em back. Came home, sh** is real, n***as still in the trap. Hold up now, don't get it twisted, if you slang do ya thang. Me I'm like a young Simba, I can't wait to be the king. Witness the dream. Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up. In the city where the skinny n***as tryin to be the ballers. Ain't no fathers, but the skinny n***as tryin hit they daughters. Sneakin in the crib, but her momma never caught us. What they taught us, man them bad b**hes only want the ballers. To start us, We hoopin, now them hoes want to guard us. Uh, ok so play D, know what I mean. And I, I, I put ya on the team. And this life is but a dream. And I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, pa**port, I'm a f**in rap star. Ey where ya goin n***a. sh**, it ain't no tellin. They say this life is but a dream. Well I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward, pa**port, I'm a f**in rap star. Ey where ya goin n***a. It ain't no tellin.